Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.